[He'd listened, idly, for awhile. Not much to hear and he probably wouldn't be all that interested in it even if there were. Perhaps that's a false assumption. Yseult is the spymaster now, or whatever the title. Stands to reason that she'd come across a few interesting secrets here and there, but Darras can guess that he wouldn't care.
Her personal possessions are nothing new to him, so he'd not bothered snooping. And now that he knows to look, there are his meager possessions, too, mixed in with hers. Satisfied, Darras had gotten back into the bed and done as she'd suggested--sleep a little longer, waking every now and then when the creak of the door in the next room announced a new visitor, or heralded a departure. The murmur of voices, far away.
He's dozing when at last she puts her head around the door--jumps all the way awake, and stretches his arms over his head.
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Her personal possessions are nothing new to him, so he'd not bothered snooping. And now that he knows to look, there are his meager possessions, too, mixed in with hers. Satisfied, Darras had gotten back into the bed and done as she'd suggested--sleep a little longer, waking every now and then when the creak of the door in the next room announced a new visitor, or heralded a departure. The murmur of voices, far away.
He's dozing when at last she puts her head around the door--jumps all the way awake, and stretches his arms over his head.
He calls to her, already back in the next room--]
You lied, y'know!